Ben shut the door behind her and smiled, "I.. thanks." He nodded and took the panda one, giving an amused sigh at the pattern on the mug. "It's been alright." He said, bland.

He looked up from his coffee and over to her, hesitant, glancing down at his coffee every so often as if it would protect him somehow.

"How are you, Meka?" His voice was more insistent than this expression-- getting right to the point.